Burial!

A P3 aircraft of Navy has been drowned into the sea.

He was very busy and good at burials.

Even after these businesses he always makes

Most of his time, to remain calm and dance

To his own tunes, to romance

And get enjoyed

My ideals are best defined

By the things that I hate and abhor most.

I can see the sculpture inside,

When I see a mere stone, begging to be transformed

Into a masterpiece of art by the strokes fo my hands.

His venus is in opposition to my sun

Thatswhy he only gets crazy about me at night.

Also because his moon is in sextile

With my mercury, I excite him even while apart.

When I sit upon his lap and feed him

He begs me to talk to him; My words

Enliven his inner creativity.

We are the best of friends.

We get horny even on thinking about each other.

Our bodies feel incomplete when we are apart,

As if we are the part of each other

We burn with the desire to hold each other

And throw every rule to the wind.

He is protective of me and cares for me

As I am a flower. He nurtures me, never bites me

He slaps on my hips mischievously

But then start kissing them darn crazy.

My legs are divine rupture for him

My tall and smart body puts ethereal glamour to give him

Comforts. He loves it

But he does not love Me!